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I have been dreaming with feverish intensity lately. I wake groggy, confused, and exhausted. I want to remember them, string myself through the delicate web of symbols and imagery, cull some meaning from the jumble of ideas, but it shatters at daylight. All that's left in the morning are these flashes--driving to church with museum docents, snow, a rape conviction, rolling hills, stacks of triangular plastic number from fast food restaurants. Last night I kept waking to sit bolt upright and guzzle water until I was gasping for breath, and then falling back to the mattress exhausted, reclaimed by dizzying sleep.